We are all pilgrims in search of the unknown.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

Why don't people's hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams? [...] Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer.

Feelings form part of a world in which time, space and frontiers do not exist.

Of course. My sadness has become a routine that no one notices anymore.

Sak, pain, love are limited human experiences. and only those who know their own frontiers, those knows the life, the rest is just passing time.

As she had been walking from the ward to that room, she had felt such pure hatred that now she had no more rancor left in her heart. She had finally allowed her negative feelings to surface, feelings that had been repressed for years in her soul. She had actually FELT them, and they were no longer necessary, they could leave.